Spoiler Penthouse 3 Novels & Stories

I giggled and allowed him to more me over both we both know my face heated with red from his words, with excitement, embarassment and some nervousness. "Are you two ready to go up to our rooms?" Jake asked from behind us. I nodded and smiled looking at Jerica as she also took in the sight of the lobby. She too thought it was beautiful I am sure. Jake lead the way down a side hallway to some gold looking elevators. The doors opened up and we all got on. Jake hit the button for the top floor called Pent House. I looked at the button and then back at Trevor. He smiled down at me. "We keep a pent house up here, our company owns a stake in the hotel." he whispered in my ear while wrapping his han

Elliot leaned closer to Timothy as they walked toward a private elevator. “Do they always look like they’re about to get fired?” he whispered. Timothy pressed a button. “Yes.” The elevator doors closed. Elliot watched the digital display climb rapidly. Floor 30. Floor 50. Floor 70. “Please don’t tell me you live at the top,” Elliot said. “Penthouse.” “Of course.” The elevator opened into an enormous living space. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around the entire room, offering a breathtaking view of the city below. Modern furniture sat perfectly arranged across the polished floor, and everything looked so clean and expensive that Elliot felt afraid to touch anything.

With the whole office watching, Ellys slammed the divorce papers down on Tanya’s desk. “Ms. Cox, I have been retained by Mr. Hunter to draft this divorce petition for your perusal.” Tanya glanced at the document, her mind going blank. “A d-divorce? Is he honestly asking for a divorce?” “Yes. Mr. Hunter is claiming his right to half the assets. He is looking to seek the child’s custody as well.” Ellys grinned. “Over my dead body!” Tanya ripped the papers with a hysterical shriek.

The elevator doors slide open with a soft, expensive ding. Drakon steps out first, his gun drawn. He sweeps the hallway—marble floors, modern art, silence. "Clear," he rasps. His voice sounds like it’s been dragged over broken glass. We are in a penthouse. Fifty stories up. The city spreads out below us, a grid of amber lights and darkness. It belongs to Silas, the lawyer. A safe house for high-end clients who need to disappear.

But I knew why I was here and it was expected for third year students to show their so called and and muscles when home alone and doing workouts. So, I straightened my shoulders and lifted my chin. "Can I come in?" Cold. Detached. I didn’t have time to pretend like I wasn’t pissed. Nate arched a brow, stepping aside. "By all means." I walked past him, eyes barely flickering toward Ryder, who was watching me closely, unreadable. The second I stepped inside— I took it all in. The penthouse was insane. It wasn’t just luxury—it was the kind of place you saw in magazines. Designed to intimidate.

He looked doubtful for a moment but led her to the penthouse lift—he had the grace to look apologetic when her name was received in the affirmative and the lift doors opened on cue. ‘Thirty-fifth floor is what you need, ma’am. Have a good evening!’ Irene pressed thirty-five and prepared to part company with her stomach— she didn’t like lifts, but this one turned out to be painless. And on the thirty-fifth floor it opened directly into Murad Fullbuster’s penthouse.

“No, I’m afraid not. I had to grab some lower hanging fruit than that. Short notice. I’m sure you understand.” “So… who was the lucky dollar-bin winner?” I ask. “Liam Aster, of course.” While my father casually examines his fingernails, missing none of my multitude of facial expressions, I feel a wave of emotions crash over me. “Liam is here? Or, rather, at this Penthouse?” “The Penthouse is down near the wine cellar. They didn’t actually leave the property.” He leans forward. “Now that we have that one out of the way, what’s next? Penny?”

Level 125: Penthouse. ​The doors slid open, revealing a world of black marble and starlight. The penthouse was an open-concept fortress. Huge glass walls offered a 360-degree view of the city, the lights below looking like scattered diamonds on black velvet. There were no warm colors here—only greys, blacks, and deep blues. It was a cold, beautiful museum for a man who lived alone. ​Alaric didn't move. He stood in the doorway, blocking my path. "This is the part where you tell me who you really are. Before we step out of this elevator. Because once you enter my home, the rules of the world below no longer apply."

“She’s not a liability. She’s the reason this matters now.” --- George wished to stay with the security team and know how things were going, but Luna was still startled by the incident so he had no choice than to leave with her to the penthouse. The Penthouse – 3:12 A.M. The elevator opened with a soft chime, revealing a space unlike any other George owned. No staff. No security panels. Just raw concrete and glass, the walls bare but the view is magnificent , a sweeping panorama of the city’s skyline, glittering like a mirage through the storm clouds.

he said and then left the bedroom and probably the apartment. I came back out, when I first got here I didn't really roam around the place but now that I was here to stay for a few months, I needed to get acquainted with it. Glenna gave me a tour, there were three floors of this penthouse, and we lived on the top floor. What captured my attention the most was the terrace pool. As soon as I set my eyes on it, I was mesmerized by its sheer beauty. The crystal-clear blue waters of the pool were truly a sight to behold. It was like an oasis in the middle of the city, providing the perfect escape from everything. I couldn't help but feel like I had found an idyllic haven.